Again it seemed like Bryn was just the new name for him. Everybody just seemed to refer to Ben as Bryn, and he was honestly starting to feel like asking Cal about it - seeing as they were friends and all. They needed some answers about whatever was going on. He just couldn't figure what kind of guy Katie preferred going by what he saw in the reflection. Maybe she liked her men rather like that French guy from all the movies nowadays - more sexually ambiguous and effeminate / androgynous. Honestly, if that was the case, Ben didn't mind as much due to how whatever the case was, despite the more effeminate traits if anything Ben's muscles seemed tighter, stronger, more dynamic...
But nowhere near as big as Cal's. He swore that Cal had not been anywhere near as big of a jock as he was now. Maybe he too was reaping the benefits of some kind of deal with the mysterious guy in the mirror... Again Ben's thoughts went to Cal due to this. His friend and flatmate had become quite the stud as a result of whatever was going on, and honestly Ben couldn't complain. "We're...uh, we're both straight guys after all. Maybe some time Cal and I could like---" He paused even as he almost vocalized the idea.
The image of himself, Cal and Katie in the same bed made the unwitting enby pause and shiver with arousal. They were distinctly aware that they were still a bit sweaty after such a time in the gym, and the idea of showering with Cal was met with no trepidation - instead awkward excitement. A blush settled for some reason on Ben's face as they thought about sharing such a space with Cal.
The idea had previously seemed a little odd even though Cal had seemed to be pretty open about it. He saw nothing weird about showering with his bros. He hadn't always been the biggest of jocks, but the culture of sharing such a space with his fellow athletes made the idea less awkward and more normalized. Yet somehow it seemed like to Ben that there was something about it that seemed more odd than usual. Which didn't exactly make sense to them.
After all, they were both just two guys...right? Thinking that though seemed to feel a little odd. He didn't exactly know why...but they just figured they were worrying about nothing. Cal was just being his usual self, and Ben was making it weird for no reason.
"I'll just...go down there and strip down, join Cal for a shower." Ben told themselves, crossing their arms in front of their chest. "Like he's always said that I'm welcome to."
Ben went ahead, grabbing up a towel to dry off with after, a fresh change of clothes - not even noticing he had picked out a crop top and a pair of short shorts, and headed down to the showers. He could tell from the steam on the window that the shower was still on, and Cal was inside - going by the awful singing he heard inside. Cal was many things, and talented at sports - but he was definitely not a singer.
Yet as Ben walked into the shower room he was not prepared to see what he saw.
The sheen from the water lingering on his frame made Cal's muscles if anything stand out even more. His hands traveling up and down his abs, obliques, and defined chest muscles. Pectorals that sweltered and pushed out the strings and front on any given tank top or stringer shirt. The way that Cal's shoulders tapered directly into the triceps and biceps, and naturally led Ben's eyes to Cal's lats and back, which flared out enough to be visible at the front. Cal's back led down to a thin waistline and a sizable ass, a regular bubble butt, large quadriceps and thighs...
"Oh, hey Bryn, thought to come down and join me in the shower after all, huh?" Cal washed some soap off of his shoulder.
"I'm uh---I'm actually uh---" He couldn't even now find it in him to contradict, to assert his name was Ben - this time due to the sheer flustering he felt. The response to the stimuli that was Cal's amazing body. He told himself he was just admiring it. That they might one day achieve some sort of fitness rather like it. To be as fit as Cal.
Before long, Ben's sweat stained clothes were tossed out, and they stood there denuded in front of Cal. Who seemed to glance them over, in such a way that made Ben's cheeks sting with a red flush, and made him hope Cal didn't notice the way his dick fucking pulsed. I'm not gay, I'm not gay... Ben told themselves...
But you'd have to be a fucking alien not to at least recognize the sheer scope of the work that went into a body like this.